This is a poem by the Queer Mormon poet of the early 1900s named Kate Thomas. This was found in her personal journal of love poetry, and was archived on this website by Connell O’Donovan.
This morning how I wished that I might be
Just long enough to write one heart-felt rhyme
To one so near that she seems a part of me.
But were I all the bards that ever sung
Turned into one transcendent immortelle
It seems to me I still would lack the tongue
To say how long I’d love her or how well!
Fall on her daily doubled o’er and o’er
When world on world and worlds again shall roll
God grant that we two shall still stand soul to soul!